The afterglow of the setting sun sets off a gorgeous sunset glow. Who is an old man singing to the west for? Perhaps, he is looking back on the days when he lived our lives, and thinking of Zhao Jun Fill the Village, which is circulated in the grassland ~
If not in this order
Sun, hang it sideways! Today, Zhao Jun went to the cottage, and I saw her teary-eyed, half-holding the lute. Who was she singing for?
Looking back, the days when we lived, why, at sunset in the western hills, I went to the frontier alone with a faint sunset ~
I'm talking nonsense ~ don't mind ~ because I don't even know what you said about the host program ~ ~ ~